Ma, ja nisam mala.
Ko je ta?
Ma ko je ta, rumenih obraza,
ko polja makova?
Ma, ja nisam mala.
Ko je ta?
Ma ko je ta, rumenih obraza,
ko polja makova?
Drug me pita što mi je.
Ma, što mi je?
Što noću uzdišem,
dok brojim korake?
Drug me pita što mi je.
Ma, što mi je?
Što noću uzdišem,
dok brojim korake?
Da joj priđem što bilže.
Ma, što bliže.
Osjetim dok miriše.
Mene srce zateže.
Da joj priđem što bilže.
Ma, što bliže.
Osjetim dok miriše.
Mene srce zateže.
Govori mi vjetar i duga:
Neboj se puta!
Bori se ko nikada!
Doči će ti sablja i kruna.
Život ko struna.
Gorit ćeš ko nikada!
Ma više nisam slatkica.
Nit sam bila.
Nit sam se smješkala,
porad’ tvoga ukusa.
Nisam više slatkica.
Nit sam bila.
Nisam ti se smješkala,
porad’ tvoga ukusa.
Dok dužim korake,
iza mene prašina se podiže.
Niti da se okrenem.
Dok produžim korake,
iza mene prašina se podiže.
Niti da se okrenem.
Padam njoj u naručje,
moje najmilije.
Tu sve novo počinje!
Ono staro nestaje!
Padam njoj u naručje,
moje najmilije.
Tu sve novo počinje!
Ono staro nestaje!
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Well, I´m not the small one.
Who is she?
Well, who is she,
With red cheeks,
Like Poppy fields?
Well, I’m not the small one.
Who is she?
Well, who is she,
With red cheeks,
Like Poppy fields?
My companion asks,
what’s up with me.
Well, what’s up with me?
Why do I sigh at night,
while counting my steps.
My companion asks,
what’s up with me.
Well, what’s up with me?
Why do I sigh at night,
while counting my steps.
To get closer to her.
As close as possible.
I can smell her scent.
My heart is aching!
To get closer to her.
As close as possible.
I can smell her scent.
My heart is aching!
The wind and the rainbow are telling me:
Don’t be afraid of the path!
Fight like never before!
You will get a sword and a crown,
Your life will be as smooth as silk.
You will burn like never before!
Well, I’m not the sweet one anymore.
Nor have I ever been.
Nor have I been smiling,
Although you preferred.
I’m not the sweet one anymore.
Nor have I ever been.
I haven’t been smiling at you,
Although you preferred.
While I’m prolonging my steps,
behind me, dust is flying.
I’m not even turning around.
While my steps are getting bigger,
behind me, dust is flying.
I’m not even turning around.
I’m falling into her arms,
My dearest one.
Here everything starts anew!
All the old disappears!
I’m falling into her arms,
My dearest one.
Here everything starts anew!
All the old disappears!
